If I were a writer, how I would enjoy being told the novel is dead. How liberating to work in the margins, outside a central perception. You are the ghoul of literature. Lovely.

Talent is more erotic when it's wasted.

What good is knowledge if it just floats in the air? It goes from computer to computer. It changes and grows every second of every day. But nobody actually knows anything.

Technology is lust removed from nature.

I would never write in response to what I believe the public wanted or needed.

Even when you self-destruct, you want to fail more, lose more, die more than others, stink more than others.

In the American soul there is a lonely individual standing in a vast landscape.